The Opiate, Summer Vol. 10
Modern Flame Erica Schreiner I wish I had something beautiful inside of me. I wish I had something beautiful to say. I don’t. I’m sorry. I wish there was light extending from my heart to beyond forever And you could see it from some mountaintop And together, We could hear laughter And Mozart Harps strumming Sparkles drumming Birds flumming Enchantment Sunbeams Blinding my iridescent eyes I wish love had been real No matter It’s all the same An indifferent world It’s really not indifference But loud, pervasive Screaming, shrieking shame Because the world is black And love is dead Which means art is dead Love is over In this artist graveyard Untold is read Go take the train To the next port Of a portal The next dock of a squortle And you’ll find me standing there With my arms above my head Like some alien Waiting to get sucked back To where I came from Instead
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